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Being Strange - Sept. 2, 2020

  • Gary Hunter
  • Sep 2, 2020
  • 1 min read

ever have days

when in a peculiar mood

you watch people walk

talk laugh or do anything and it all seems oddly funny and if no words or laughter arises

to interrupt the moment

a self-forgetting silence takes over

and time is crystalized

magical barely moving?

no? well I do sometimes

so yeah go ahead call me half-baked

though you might have to wait

for some far away giggle

to escape my lips

before it reaches your

ridiculous-looking ears

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